At the typical quotation of LOVELESS that Sephiroth had been all but waiting for he unfolded arms that he hadn't noticed had crept up and over his purple-and-silver armored chest.
"So long, Genesis."
And somewhere within this dream, Sephiroth had taken control of the situation enough to will his feet to begin to walk him away from the only rival he had ever been close enough to calling a friend. Each step, though it felt heavier than the last, drawing him further away from the open wound of bitterness that was left behind. Sephiroth's imagination had to be attaching more weight to all of it than there really was, given the way that the dream space shuddered a little around him. The tall silver haired man paused momentarily to blink apparent nausea from creeping around the edge of his consciousness; what a strange sensation, indeed.
"Kupo, we need to find you a drink." Spencer's concerned, shrill voice echoed through the empty stands in Sephiroth's wake. The moments they had been stood there had to have been longer than they felt, the majority of the theater had emptied in the meantime.
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At the typical quotation of LOVELESS that Sephiroth had been all but waiting for he unfolded arms that he hadn't noticed had crept up and over his purple-and-silver armored chest.
"So long, Genesis."
And somewhere within this dream, Sephiroth had taken control of the situation enough to will his feet to begin to walk him away from the only rival he had ever been close enough to calling a friend. Each step, though it felt heavier than the last, drawing him further away from the open wound of bitterness that was left behind. Sephiroth's imagination had to be attaching more weight to all of it than there really was, given the way that the dream space shuddered a little around him. The tall silver haired man paused momentarily to blink apparent nausea from creeping around the edge of his consciousness; what a strange sensation, indeed.
"Kupo, we need to find you a drink." Spencer's concerned, shrill voice echoed through the empty stands in Sephiroth's wake. The moments they had been stood there had to have been longer than they felt, the majority of the theater had emptied in the meantime.